The thrown knife fell down, the ground was like tofu, and the blade was buried halfway through.
Xue Dao lay on the ground, with a straight mark on his body, pressing the smell of blood coming from his throat. His eyes widened and he looked at the scene in front of him incredibly. He actually lost and was shot by Zhuo Bufan.
This result not only shocked everyone, but even Xue Dao himself did not expect that although he did not use martial arts, he was best at sword techniques and domineering and fierce attack methods. However, in a head-on battle, he was swept away by Zhuo Bufan and even flew out of his hand.
The whole audience was silent, and there was a sound of gasping in the air and an uproar. This result was really hard for too many people to accept.
"Xue Dao is best at power. Even I don't want to fight him head-on. Zhuo Bufan can actually knock Xue Dao away head-on. Could it be that Xue Dao retains some of his strength because his injuries have not healed?" Chao Zhixu narrowed his eyes, quietly digesting the shock in his heart, and secretly speculating.
Unfortunately, his speculation was completely wrong. When fighting, Zhuo Bufan's spear was not ventilated, which put a lot of pressure on Xue Dao. At the beginning, Xue Dao did hold the idea that Zhuo Bufan's injury was not healed, and wanted to retain some strength, but only planned to embarrass Zhuo Bufan. After all, Master Jiuli is still there, and he cannot really seriously injure Zhuo Bufan.
But as soon as the two sides contacted each other, Xue Dao knew that his idea was very wrong. He tried his best to resist and could not retain his strength.
Qi Mu felt relieved as Zhuo Bufan won the victory. It was not that she had any special affection for Zhuo Bufan, but because Qi Mu understood that Zhuo Bufan was hostile to him was partly due to him. If Zhuo Bufan was hurt because of her own reasons, she would be despicable.
"It must make sense for the master to rank him above me. There are so many people who can fight back Xue Dao head-on, and there are so many people in Zhuque Divine Mountain." Qi Mu murmured to himself.
"How could this guy be? How could this guy defeat Xue Dao?" In the crowd, Qi Fu was full of reluctance and bit her silver teeth hard, and suddenly said: "It must be that Senior Brother Xue Dao was thinking that he had injuries on his body and did not use all his strength at all. Instead, he took advantage of Senior Brother Xue Dao to release the water and deliberately attack Senior Brother Xue Dao."
Everyone is not a fool, his eyes are very bright. When the battle was just now, Xue Dao waved his sword skills and was overbearing and fierce, and he didn't seem to be deliberately letting go.
However, Qi Fu's words aroused the approval of some people, for no reason. Xue Dao was a man from Zhuque Mountain after all, and their senior brother. Zhuo Bufan was just an outsider. Moreover, Zhuo Bufan was only at the peak of the realm king, and no one was willing to admit his strength.
"Miss Qifu said it well. I think it was Senior Brother Xue Dao who deliberately let him go and found the right opportunity to attack."
"Senior Brother Xue Dao will definitely not use all his strength to hold his own identity, but he accidentally lost."
"I didn't expect that Senior Brother Xue Dao was kind, but the other party showed no mercy at all, hum!"
These words fell into Xue Dao's ears, which made his face red and hot. Only he himself knew that he had no mercy at all.
"Shut up." Xue Dao stood up, Yuanli shook, and the dust on his body disappeared. The chirping sounds in the square suddenly stopped. Xue Dao picked up the knife and walked to Zhuo Bufan, "I am willing to accept the defeat, you will win."
"Agree." Zhuo Bufan also put away his silver spear and bowed his hand.
Xue Dao walked back to the crowd without saying a word.
Although Xue Dao has a little manic personality, his original intention is not bad, and he can even be said to be simple. He naturally does not hold a grudge against Zhuo Bufan, but just shook his head helplessly.
After fighting with Xue Dao, although the strength demonstrated by Zhuo Bufan was not recognized by everyone, it at least blocked some people's mouths.
"The farce is over, and you all go to the Holy Pond with me next." Saint Jiuli said at this time.
Everyone flew up, like a group of locusts passing through the sky, and came to a valley behind Zhuque Mountain. It was surrounded by mountains on all sides. There was a lake as calm as a mirror, steaming with white mist. This was the forbidden area of Zhuque Mountain, the "Sacred Pond" of Zhuque Mountain.
Unless the Holy Pond is opened, no one dares to enter here.
The Saint Jiuli took out a token, pinched a magic trick in his hand, and threw it gently. The token flew to the top of the lake, and the colorful glow bloomed. It turned out that there was a formation protection above the lake, and it was impossible to open without the token.
"The Holy Pond left by the Supreme Yebai back then can help you to be reborn and sublimate your primordial power. I don't need to say much about the various benefits, but the energy in the Holy Pond will also bring endless pain. To what extent you can persist depends on whether your willpower is tenacious enough." Saint Jiuli reminded.
Qi Mu, Zhuo Bufan, Chao Gai and Xue Dao, who were qualified to enter the Holy Pond, came to the lake. The four of them took a look and jumped into the Holy Pond without hesitation.
When the body sank into the bottom of the lake, a milky white halo could be seen at the bottom of the lake, emitting a soft and warm light.
The four of them each occupy one position and sat cross-legged, immediately guiding this force into the body's meridians, and began to cleanse the bones, meridians, muscles, and even purify the Yuan power in the dantian. If the Yuan power has a trace of holy energy, it will definitely greatly increase its combat power.
"hiss!"
Zhuo Bufan opened his mouth slightly and took a deep breath.
As expected, as what Jiuli Saint said, guiding the holy energy to temper the body, the pain felt a little unbearable even with Zhuo Bufan's will.
In order to practice the Dragon Evil's Wild Body, Zhuo Bufan has experienced many pains of physical tempering and has a strong tolerance for pain. As for Chao Zhi, Qi Mu and Xue Dao, the faces of the three of them are even a little distorted, and they are obviously not as good as Zhuo Bufan in terms of enduring pain.
But the opportunity to enter the Holy Pond is extremely precious, and no one is willing to give up easily. He has to endure the pain.
Zhuo Bufan felt that the cells in his body were boiling, and his muscles, bones, and fascia were washed over and over again, just like the pain of a bone scratching. This feeling was like smashing a bone with a hammer and then allowing the bones to merge and grow again. The pain was naturally inevitable, but in this way, all the hidden injuries in the body were repaired.
Not only is the body tempered by the holy energy, some holy energy is guided into the dantian. According to the Saint Jiuli, the holy energy is integrated into the vortex of Yuanli, allowing the Yuanli to be mixed with a trace of holy energy, which can have stronger power.
A wisp of holy energy entered the Dantian, suddenly attracted by the Chaos Sea, and was instantly integrated into it.
This change surprised Zhuo Bufan slightly. He had to be careful to integrate into the Yuanli vortex. If he was not careful, he might even destroy the Yuanli vortex. However, the Chaos Sea actually swallowed the Holy vortex directly, which was extremely domineering.
When the four of them entered the Holy Pond to baptize, many disciples did not leave, but stayed around the valley or sat cross-legged and meditated, or gathered together to chat in groups of three or three. The Holy Pond was opened once a hundred years. Although they did not get a place to enter the Holy Pond, the three people who entered the Holy Pond would have a special contest every time.